Kassidy Heck
Bio
My stories come from my deep love of history and fantasy. I hope my pieces pull at the readers' heartstrings, bringing voices to the forgotten. Which is fitting as I often times cry over a good book, an emotional song, or sad movie.
Stories (2/0)
Traveler
I never thought I would run into him here of all places, a tiny old diner in the middle of New York. The man I had been following across the world, seeking answers from. He knew I was after him as well, leaving little breadcrumbs wherever he went. Yet as soon as I got close he would disappear, gone to another part of the world, or another time. And I would begin searching all over again. Now there he was, sat across the room from me, drinking a strawberry milkshake. His face was half covered like it always was, this time shaded by his baseball cap, only revealing the bottom portion. But I could still make out his one tell, the small “S” shaped scar etched into his chin.
By Kassidy Heck2 years ago in Fiction
